[ Apollo's room in Nonah 001 is just the same as it had been when he arrived; a standard, undecorated, government-issued bedroom and ensuite bathroom and very little else. Apollo had chosen a top floor room facing due south for the maximum flood on sunlight and easy access to and from the wide windows, permanently unlocked as they are. Tonight the window has been left ajar as it always is and the room smells of a warm North Carolina evening, thick with cricket song from the garden at the back.
Standing here now, with Midnighter, Apollo's strangely aware of just how empty his room is; what few possessions he has are tidied away, leaving the walls and surfaces a series of painfully blank slates. If it wasn't for his comms device, left on his nightstand to charge, there would be no sign that this room was even taken. Apollo knows it's obvious that he hasn't put any of himself in to the room, and what that meant: this was not the room of a man who wanted to make himself at home.
Apollo crosses to turn on a plain lamp on the desk, throwing the room into a warm amber wash, and turns to offer M a drink. He stops short in surprise at the package that ends up in his hands instead. ]
For me? [ A dumb question, but Apollo isn't sure what else to say as he turns the package over, sliding a hand under the edge of the wrapping to carefully peel it apart. He stares in delight at the print beneath and lets the paper fall to the floor as he holds it up to the lamp light, marvelling at it. ]
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Standing here now, with Midnighter, Apollo's strangely aware of just how empty his room is; what few possessions he has are tidied away, leaving the walls and surfaces a series of painfully blank slates. If it wasn't for his comms device, left on his nightstand to charge, there would be no sign that this room was even taken. Apollo knows it's obvious that he hasn't put any of himself in to the room, and what that meant: this was not the room of a man who wanted to make himself at home.
Apollo crosses to turn on a plain lamp on the desk, throwing the room into a warm amber wash, and turns to offer M a drink. He stops short in surprise at the package that ends up in his hands instead. ]
For me? [ A dumb question, but Apollo isn't sure what else to say as he turns the package over, sliding a hand under the edge of the wrapping to carefully peel it apart. He stares in delight at the print beneath and lets the paper fall to the floor as he holds it up to the lamp light, marvelling at it. ]
Oh my God, M. You shouldn't have...